kindergarten boosters

Our new ecfe classroom has this pool of balls. Ivar got in it and I had to take a picture because this was his favorite place when he was a baby at ecfe. Remember these pictures?

Yesterday we took Hattie in for her six month shots. While we were there we started talking about Ivar's kindergarten booster shots and decided on the spot to get them over with. You can imagine how surprised Ivar was at this turn of events. He thought he was just going along to play with the toys in the lobby.

He was very brave and got two shots that hurt quite a bit. He cried until the doctor said, "you won't need another shot for another eight years." I said, "Ivar! You haven't even been alive for eight years!" And then he stopped crying and his whole face turned into a giant smile at this very good news.

I told him about when I got my kindergarten booster shots. I don't remember getting the actual shots, but I know I got one in each leg, because when we got home I made my best friend and next door neighbor, Jennifer, push me around in the stroller all night. I remember this vividly...that she pushed me in circles around our garage and I pretended I needed to pick something up and put it in another part of the garage.

I think I was pretty bossy to Jennifer, but I also know that I could make her laugh really hard with funny jokes and barbie story lines (our favorite was when Barbie's hair caught on fire at her beach party because her hair was so full of hairspray and she got too close to the grill with the hot dogs. She would go berzerk with her head on fire, running around to all the beach party goers, her head aflame, asking if anyone had butter to put on her head. Then she stuck her head in the butter to help with her obvious burns and everyone would be grossed out because her head had been in the butter at her beach party.) Jennifer liked to laugh and I liked to make her laugh. We laughed a lot.

Anyway, that was a funny story to tell Ivar after he got his booster shots and made me laugh again as I retold each part. And it was good to have a funny thing to think about because he woke up in the middle of the night with a fever from the shots and then got sick up in his top bunk so that I had quite the mess to clean up. That was when I got really glad it will be another eight years before he needs his next shots...